Monday, November 29, 2004

Thoughts of the Past.

Another fine weekend.
Rolled some dice and nerded out.
Sipped some scotch and milled about.
Thought, laughed, read and danced.
A little flirtation. A little retaliation.
Some doubt to round it out and some hope to add the shout.
All and all, a fine time. But the surface breaks and the sneaky boiling sea of wanting and hunger is yawning as it wakes.
Will it break free? Should I even try to hold it back?
“Tune in next week, true believers…”
Hell. I watched Footloose and liked it. What has happened to the once cool and magical me? (..let’s hear it for the boy…)

Wednesday, November 24, 2004


Feeling a bit naughty. Must be all the reading of exciting writings I have been filling today up with. And it has affected me. But no real outlet. Not for me. I just keep heaping the fuel on the fire. And I burn with no end in sight.
Can’t imagine the future. It is always so hard to know. Because my present is so variable. No sure things here. Roll the dice and hope to get lucky. I say hope, not pray, because that would be like begging, and I only beg when told to.

Monday, November 22, 2004

"She got friendly, down in the sand"

Sweet Chaos. I paid my respects to those dire deities of the fields of probability, randomness and luck. A little wild fun, some chips thrown carelessly and karaoke.
Big dreams and big thoughts do not necessarily create big days and nights. Too bad, because I surely have some huge moments of imagination. But ain’t that just the way things go? So, ‘tip a pint, swish a shot. Smile at them chicks a lot’. Just remember where you parked and keep the ticket stubs. The road of life has a fast lane, but it also has really good truck stops. A little fun can go a long way towards tickling the Reaper.
And, as a side note; take the time to play with a ferret if the chance comes your way.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Population Plus One

Congratulations and Salutations! Welcomed to the world is the New Face. The cycle continues, the pot is raised, and the world still turns. Groovy. Remember that it is the little feet that will be taking the Big Steps. Little smiles that will light the world.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Reality Mathematics

Nothing new in the world. Well, unless you count the myriad scientific mysteries and theological conundrum which are wondered upon, thought through, figured out and then spat back into the ether from wench it came when we wake. I dreamt of the dead last night. A good feeling in that you get to visit those who no longer share your world. But bad in reminding you of the absence.
Now that I am thinking of gain-loss tracking, I must admit I am up, but not as much as I once was. I think. It is only recently that I have started to keep track. Maybe the urge to extrapolate the future must be tempered with patience, and just see what will be by being there. The same for before. The past is not what really happened. Our pasts are each altered by our interpretations. Good. I like a well-told story.

Friday, November 12, 2004


Filling the Void, left by the noise of the passing of the past. Whoosh! There is it goes and it goes to stay. Away.
If time is an illusion, which I heard it could be, then why is the line between the then and the now so darn solid in presentation?
Maybe to keep us honest.
So many. So much.
In the immortal words of Iggy;
“Most of all, I didn’t want to take anymore shit. Not ever.”

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Quotes of the Heart

Its not enough to conquer, one must know how to seduce.
Absence is to love as wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small and kindles the great.
-Roger de Bussy-Rabutin
Soul meets soul on lover's lips.
-Percy Blythe Shelley
Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever for each other.
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.
-Margaret Mitchell
You may conquer with the sword, but you are conquered by a kiss.
-Daniel Heinsius
When thinking about certain someones, why are our mouths silent and our hearts screaming.
-Will Martin
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
If you don't want Jerry's peaches, don't shake his tree!
-Jerry Lee Lewis
Guess I am just feeling romantic, and had to put some thoughts to screen.
Love. Luck. Lust. What more do we search for?

Monday, November 08, 2004

"What the Hell?"

No. really. What the Hell? Why can't things make sense? What is the reason that people are so messed up? I mean, really. It is enough to test one's ability to continue to try to care. Makes you want to just give up, buy a bottle and kick a dog. So the end is unknown and what might be still might be. Big whoop-dee-doo! Sell me another. I know this one thing; even if the future might be bright, if the here and now is dark, you can't see shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sooooo deep. Well, it's that kind of a piss off and die day. Enjoy your dreams of a better world. Me? I'm stocking up on bandaids and tissues.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

The New Age

Here again. Seeing the sun before my friends and loved ones. Looking forward to adventure but waiting to get going. And the waiting will continue. I miss and I am missed, but really it is a good thing and a warm'n'fuzzy. Let the New in. All the way.